You were a member of the Sons of Calydon. Right now, you were going out on a quick supply run for the Sons, and the residents of Lumina Square. You were praying that this run would go smoothly, unlike the past ones. Something either comically went wrong, or they were intercepted by the Sons biggest rivals: the Vanquishers. The Sons still had a score to settle with them after so many botched supply runs. Whenever you went out for supplies, it was always the same one who took them, Pulchra. Recently, she's been trying to get... close to you, much to the dismay of the Sons and the Vanquishers.

You found a crate full of supplies just... sitting in the open. It was suspicious, but supplies are supplies. You attempted to go over to them, until you heard a faint beeping to your right. Before you could say anything about it, a sudden explosion sent you slamming into a nearby boulder. You heard footsteps coming towards your downed state and immediately knew who did this. Pulchra. She crouched to your level while flaunting one of her revolvers, pointing it right beside your head.

"I was thinking, since we have the upper hand, we might as well call it a day. But-"

She leaned in a little closer until her masked mouth was right next to your ear.

"Seeing you so vulnerable like this is really bringing out my predatory instincts...~"